http://slow.writerscafe.org/rocketpollos The original writings of author Rocketpollos en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776043896 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15         Writer’s blockAnovel by Rocketpollos           **********************************************.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rocketpollos/1186263/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rocketpollos/1186261/ 15- Classical Music on theFreewayI don’t know how long it hasbeen since we left Long Beach. I couldn’t tell Mickey the bicker where I was asI didn’t know it myself. I was on the lookout of everything that could havehelped me to determine where I was, I guessed, due to t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rocketpollos/1186259/ 14-Joe Bradburd, Our multiple personality friendMy mind was totally on the mist when I woke up, I thought I’ve been‘’away’’ for quite a long time when I realized the darkness of the Motelparking lot over me. I reconized the guy who, wearing a mask was carrying m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rocketpollos/1186256/ 13-Meet the AustralianDestiny was sitting on the back sit; I was on the right front one. Weboth hide ourselves when passing next to the car park where the Prius and halfa dozen of FBI SUV’s and the LAPD cars were parked. I knew the surfer noted it buthe didn’t seem to react. Di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rocketpollos/1186230/ 12-Surf, Mosquitos and CopsAfter feeling like being frozen the whole night the burning sun ofsouthern California was waking me up, my back was in great pain, I had sandeverywhere (really everywhere) and the mosquitos literally ate me while I wasasleep. (Reader, do not sleep on a beach ever.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rocketpollos/1186226/ 11-This part throw a massive amount of love into yourface (guys, if you get bored simply jump to the next chapter) My ‘’friend’’ revealed to be an a*****e, this is the conclusion we getin when approaching his house we spotted that very obvious unmarked FBI DodgeChar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rocketpollos/1186225/ 10-The Ninja from Vegas, Part 2 in Hollywood.It was like we were in China-Town. I’ve never saw so many Asian touristsin my life. Hollywood boulevard was really busy. Nothing else to see thansouvenir shops and those same fake movies characters we saw in Vegas. That combinedwith the hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rocketpollos/1186224/ 9-This part contain Hells Angels Philosophy mixed withVin Diesel references.‘’Hells Angels California’’ was written on the back of his leatherjacket, he was growing a pretty long beard and wasn’t looking very nice. I hada bad feeling when he sat down at my tab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rocketpollos/1186222/ 8-Malibu in the morning or the calm before the StormThe sun was rising on the city of Los Angeles; Kurt Cobain was singing Smells Like Teen Spirit on the radio, amemory of Seattle. I was looking Destiny still sleeping when I decided to crossthe road and get a Corona at thatBicker Restauran.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rocketpollos/1186221/ 7-That’s when the real s**t sprungWe get our asses out of that freaking City, driving in a long straightHighway heading south-west in the middle of nowhere across the nothing thatform the Nevada’s desert.‘’Welcome to Death Valley, California!’’ Tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rocketpollos/1186220/ 6-This chapter is starring Elvis, a Ninja and aMcMuffin.-I’m so hungry; I swear Icould eat Colonel Sanders!-I’m felling exactly thesame but an egg and bacon McMuffin would be enough for me. I replied-Fine I’ll get a bagel.That’s how we ended stopping at .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rocketpollos/1186216/ 5-This is the part where the whole thing got verymessed up‘’That wasn’t f*****g aspirin’’ was the first though to come across mymind when I woke up, my all body was feeling sour I had no idea of where I was(Even after those famous few first seconds). Slowly, I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rocketpollos/1186215/ 4-This part contain Rock n’ roll, Weed, Threesome andLSD.We drove across Oregon the all day long only stopping once so I couldget gas and change the plates; I was planning to stop in San Francisco for thenight until Destiny said:        &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rocketpollos/1186214/ 3-The Part following the beginning but not yet themiddleThe pain of the handbreak across my back, it was the first thing I felt when I wake up. I alwaysloved this few second when you wake up and can’t remember yet why you are lyingon a car in the middle of nowhere with a sour c**k .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rocketpollos/1186211/ 2-This is what happened before the BeginningEverything began2 weeks ago in a very large and boring neighborhood of Seattle. At that time Iwas living with my parents waiting to the results of my high school graduationexamination. I was an everyday regular normal guy; my life was boring as h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rocketpollos/1186209/ The day I started to liveby Rocketpollos           The day I started to live by Aymeric Sol is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rocketpollos/1186208/ Peter Vega is a shy and immature teen boy. He is not very popular, probably because he don't really gives a f**k about anything... that was until he met Destiny. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rocketpollos/1186197/ The memoryof the hit roadYou knewwhere it all started.The path asfinally brought you hereStaringthrough the mistAt the edgeof that cliffYoubelieved you could see his glitterWhilestaring through the shadowYou canhear them now,Telling youabout the brid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rocketpollos/1185363/ They told you not to,They planned it allFrom the beginning to the endBut now you are aware you understandThe halo of the truth is appearing to you.Stand up and speak the truthYell the truth.It may not cover the liesBut like the spike of a remote lighthousePiercing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rocketpollos/1185361/ I followed them,The crew of brave peopleOn the path of our existenceAlways looking ahead,Trying to perceive among our leadersThe place I may one day occupy.The sparking aura of their power instigatedSo much admiration in me that I may have neverseenThe green, damp a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rocketpollos/1185352/